Stanzaic Stylings

" During the Autumn's calling and November's chill; we watch Fairies dance in the fallen whetted leaves." Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms and time with his cat Willa.  He is a three time nominee for the  Pushcart Prize Award  and twice for the  Best of the Net  for 2016-2017. Ken loves life! © Ken Allan Dronsfield

Amidst the Cherry Blossoms As the sun sits high on its throne pink rain falls in delicate petals cherry blossoms scatter the joy and the earth laughs in flowers. The cool breeze blows lightly     caressing our delicate white skin            eliciting goosebumps and shivers as we delight in the fruits of nature.  Walking with you in the golden sunshine                  hand in hand, hearts entwined     oblivious to discord, we trip on gnarled roots and down the rabbit hole we fall. As night descends with blackened fears         wrapping us with a cold shawl              we look upward, pondering the meaning of our existence. But the distant light glows in ...

quiet envelops the trees leaves speak foreign tongues ancient manuscript joanneolivieri.weebly.com

Bolivian Rhythms I remember these tunes so vividly in my mind Bolivian rhythms wafting across the square. Haunting flutes echo against once forgotten senses. The memories linger sweet incantations swirling pulses throughout my veins. Ethnic vibrations chanting strings tell of the stories hidden in my soul. joanneolivieri.weebly.com Website

One Tuesday Morning  The world was moving, she was floating above it a painted fairy skirting wispy clouds silk cobwebs against a field of crystal blue as twisted metal rained down from the skies. Shattered glass pierced the coldest heart amidst bags of broken bone and skin and blood spilled on the ground the world crumbled right before our eyes. Night must fall now.... darker, darker pure evil buried beneath smoking rubble the dust of death filled up our lungs weary minds tainted with terror and fright. Feeble, we crawled out of the wreckage emerging from the dark of night and she was waiting there, lantern aglow  promising a new world of hope and light. Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016 Col leen Keller B reuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia with her husband and cats, Tommy and Jordan. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published ...